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Monday, 20 July 2009

  • twitter

    hmm...
    recently i made an account on twitter..
    but then im confuse..
    what should i do on that website?
    i mean, it doesnt hv chat feature as in facebook,
    the background skin is waay under friendster
    and i dont understand what are 'following' and 'follower'  features up for
    i dont think it's a blog either

    @____@
    geez~
    can anyone explain it to me

Friday, 17 July 2009

  • Red District Project

    Red District Project,or also known as RDP
    is a project held by local artist in Indonesia that brought art and culture issues.
    RDP provide art workshops for people who live in the 'red district' area.
    to provide the following workshops, RDP cooperate with other artists, such as:
    - teapot (Ms. Endang Lestari - ceramic artist)
    - Mr. Abdul Syukur - batik artist
    - Taring Padi (Mr. Ucup - woodcut artist)
    - LESTARI Cling (Mr. Agus - enviromentist)
    - Gress Manupassa - accessories designer
    - Caroline Rika - Tie Dye artist
    - Jogja Mural Foundation

    the workshop itself started on May - July 2009
    at July, 25th 2009, RDP will make a closing exibition located at Sosrowijayan Kulon

  • Bombing in Indonesia (again)

    sheesh!!
    another bombing occured in Indonesia today, July 16 2009 - 7:50 AM at JW. Marriot hotel and Ritz Carlton hotel.
    there has been more than 40 people hurt from the bombing
    the police hasnt release any further information about the bomb and the bomber..
    geez...what kind of coward could do such a thing to other human?

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

  • My Job As a VoLunteer

    last night i met some old friends of mine
    i was excited to meet them again
    some of them already graduated and the others just a step from
    graduating
    after a little chitchat, we've came to the topic about job.
    then i said that i had a part time job, as a volunteer on
    Red District Projects.
    and they were saying like, "yeah, that kind of job is soo
    typically you." and they gave the 'underestimate look' by rolling
    their eyes and laughs.
    i was stunned.
    i thinked, "what's wrong with 'that kind' of job?"
    is there something funny of being a volunteer that work with
    real prostitutes at red district areas??
    i dont think so!

    the same thing happened to me when i got my first job as a
    volunteer at NGO that brought issues about HIV/AIDS.
    most all of my friends that i've been told about my job
    were giving me the same acts and words, like
    "why would you even want to do 'that kind' of job?"

    why not??
    they're real people.
    they're human.
    they do hv feelings.
    they eat the same foods like we do.
    they breath the same air with us.
    why underestimate them just because of their choice of work?

    and they started to talk about religion, sins and stuffs
    and at some points they finally spilled out the main issue:
    "their job's againts all of what we studied in here. The faculty of
    law. we're law student! we should uphold the law. blah blah blah"

    well, friends, sorry to say this
    but working with the minority people is my honor.
    im proud to know and actually communicate with them,
    listen to their life-story actually inspired me to be a better
    person.

    IF they can hv another job, they wouldnt be what they are now.
    nobody wants to be a prostitute
    nobody wants to be a child of a prostitute
    nobody wants to live under the bridge, working their ass off
    just to be able to eat for today.

    the differences between us (the frikkin law students) were
    we're lucky to be born from a parents that had better job and
    they chose to live as they are now.

    im sorry if im not like other 'law students'
    i do love my job as a volunteer, and im proud of it!

Thursday, 16 April 2009

  • the perfect silence

    i dont need your pity
    i dont need you fake smile
    nor your emphaty
    nor your dime

    i have choose my path
    and there will be no regret
    every breath i take choked me
    i tried to scream but the voice wont come out

    shed your tears mother
    please cry no more because of me
    for i am broken since birth
    for all the mercy and love you've gave me
    i thank you
    i cant give you more than just word
    cause words are all i have now

    i have learnt pain long before you even learn to breath

    as i lay my head
    embrace the cold brick on my skin
    i realize
    i spent all my life to accept pain
    but i feel soo tire now
    i need to sleep
    cast all my sorrow to the wind
    cast all this pain to the star above

    so i kissed my mother goodnight
    as gently embraced my perfect silence

jendral

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    • Name: JeNdRaL
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    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 11/15/2008

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